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panties and brushed one swol en labium. Her body shuddered.
    “That’s a promise.”
    When he moved his hand above the table to start eating, she relaxed.
    She settled for nibbling on chunks of melon while Brian polished off a plate of scrambled eggs drenched with ketchup and several pieces of bacon, also drenched with ketchup. She poured him a glass of orange juice and insisted he drink it al .
    “Sickening,” Trey said, stil grinning. “Wil you look at them? Al domestic-y.”
    “He needs his strength,” Myrna said, glancing at Trey who sat to her right eating his pancakes smothered in syrup and his sausage, also smothered in syrup. She popped a piece of melon in Brian’s mouth. “I’m horny.”
    Eric proceeded to bang his head repeatedly on the table.
    Sed laughed. “And you’re wasting your time with Sinclair?”
    “Trust me, he’s no waste of time. Guitar isn’t his only talent.”
    Brian squeezed her thigh in appreciation. She wondered how much shit he took from these guys for being a romantic.
    His nose brushed against her neck. “I’m ful now.”
    Her bel y tightened with need. “Good, because my panties can’t get any more saturated.”
    “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Eric punctuated his head banging against the table with curses.
    “Bath?” Brian asked, looking up at her.
    She cupped his cheek and leaned her forehead against his. “It’l wash off your song.”
    “We’ve got that one on paper. I’m hoping I’l need a blank slate to write a new one.”
    She smiled. “I didn’t think of that.”
    She slid from his lap and secured her robe before heading toward the bathroom. As she walked past Sed, she heard him say, “I hope the groupies are ready for a good, hard fuck tonight. Goddamn, the pheromones are thick in here. I’ve got a proximity hard-on.”
    “Brian gets al the good pussy,” Eric moped.
    Brian laughed and slapped Eric on the back as he fol owed Myrna to the bathroom. She entered the large room, delighted by the Jacuzzi tub in the corner. “Nice.”
    Brian closed the door and pul ed her back against his bel y. He released the sash of her robe and pushed the fabric aside. Her breasts ached as he massaged them with the palms of his hands and her breath quickened as he suckled the side of her neck.
    “Are you real y horny or did you just want to get away from the guys?” he asked.
    She drew his hand to the moist heat between her thighs. “What do you think?”
    His fingers stroked her through pink lace. He turned her body to face the wal . Her eyes flipped open lazily and she caught her reflection in the mirror. Their eyes met over her shoulder in the reflective glass. So he wanted to watch her when he made her come.
    He didn’t have to wait long. His fingers stroked faster. Faster. Faster. Her eyes slid closed, her mouth fel open, and she leaned her head back against his shoulder as ripples of pleasure shook her core. She cried out, clutching his thighs for support.
    He rubbed the tip of his nose against the rim of her ear. “You’re so sexy, Myr. This time I’m going to hold you first. I don’t want to get carried away and miss out again.”
    He released her and moved to the bathtub, turning the taps and testing the water with his fingers. His wonderful, mesmerizing fingers. Watching him play had worked her up more than she’d realized. She moved behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, unfastening his belt and the fly of his jeans. She rearranged his boxers until his half-hard cock sprang free. She took it in her hand, stroking its smooth length gently.
    He caught her hand. “Wait. I don’t even have my boots off yet.”
    “Your point?”
    His point is you’re being a whore again, Myrna. Jeremy’s voice sent delight spiraling out of reach. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.
    Brian turned and peeled her robe from her shoulders, leaving it in a puddle on the tile floor. She crossed her arms over her chest.
    “Something wrong?” His thumb brushed